DOVE FUGGI
2009-08-15 19:50:37 UTC
Nerves mock and ridicule me, strings drawn to the spot
Your touch is of new thing, though is soothing, one that mocks.
Not entirely of the sense, that ridicules pokes in josh,
painstaking, its dis-alluding , the more I realize that I'm not...
One to be, one to see and one to breathe, air shared by your amazing fair, your complexion, your low crest stare. Your an angel, I'm below, Do you know how your names goes, I sure know. Sound withdrawn from the mesh, the noise that is the rest.. none of value, none to be, all in truthfulness, so fails harmony. Because your tone is far and few, so beautiful, I felt I knew.
No one word to borrow, not one sentence to place,
Beauty cannot be written, total sum set in sun set,
for no time today, nor tomorrow, will describe your face,
your person, your faith, mine left, no regret.
But metamorphosis chooses on me, picking me up, spitting me out,
the times at which I've lost a part to nerves that harsh yet subtle mock,
is a place, everybody but nobody should be, beside by fear push forward with doubt, Though still shunned by the clock, incessant tocks harden my nature, put to lock.
Thought inconvenient, yes, but in agreement, no,
I love how you blossom, you spread out,
you don't stand by the evening, you are more than I know,
I cannot say that you awesome, grammar only so goes.
For what I can grasp, I contradict,
your beauty has none competent
No competitor, not one higher,
As all are tired, you're the better.
My heart skips, takes a step ahead of reach,
You'd think I would worry, not all is right
Forget beats missed, I am beseeched
Because feelings treat and they meet,
but like the moon they never fade with the night,
they hide in flurry.